The Alpha Bodyguards Books #4-6

Chapter Forty

I was done talking. S he didn’t need to hear my words. She needed my control.

“Turn around, Genevieve,” I quietly ordered.

Her chest rose with a sharp inhale, but she turned.

“Good.” My cock stiffened. “Walk into your bedroom.”

For two seconds, she didn’t move.

Then she graced me with the soft sway of her hips and did exactly as I’d instructed.

Taking my keys and phone out of my pocket, I followed her to where she stopped in front of her bed, her back still to me. Tossing my shit on her nightstand, I issued another command. “Take your shirt off.”

Hesitating, she glanced at my stuff.

I gave her fair warning. “I like control, Genevieve.”

Her red hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. “Always?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Because we all had our demons. Because I never had control until I turned eighteen. Because the Marines taught me to be a man, but I spent eight years taking orders. “Because I can.”

“So, in the shower…” She inhaled a steadying breath. “That wasn’t just… just rough because of circumstances?”

“No.” That’s how I fucked. Rough and in control.

“Oh,” she breathed, exhaling.

I dragged a finger down the side of her neck and watched her shiver as chill bumps raced across her skin. Then I gave her an ultimatum. “You need to decide.” I knew myself. There was only one way this would work, but I wasn’t going to make the decision to not choose me easy on her. Shamelessly, ruthlessly, I kissed the top of her shoulder, then brought my mouth to the sensitive flesh right below her ear. “Tell me to leave,” I whispered, kissing her soft skin once. “Or take off your shirt.”

“ Sawyer ,” she whispered, angling her head to give me more of her sweet-smelling neck.

“Decide.” My dick was pulsing, and my mouth was watering to taste her. If she decided to draw this out much longer, I wouldn’t be the dominating control I was promising her. I would only be rough.

“H-have you done this before?”

I knew what she was asking. “I don’t sleep around.” I could count the number of women I’d had on two hands, but most of those were when I was younger and navigating my preferences.

“I’ve never experienced anything like when we…. Like in that shower.”

“I know.” I drew a finger down the center of her back. “Now make a decision before I decide for you.”

“I’m scared,” she barely whispered.

“I won’t hurt you,” I promised.

Stepping away, she turned to face me. Then she gave me her decision. She took off her shirt.

The rush of victory going straight to my dick, I clipped out another order. “Pants.”

Slow, deliberate, she pushed her leggings over the swell of her hips and toed out of them. Standing back up, the errant curl I wanted to wrap around my finger fell over her eye as her face and chest flushed with excitement and nerves. She bit her bottom lip.

Fuck, she was stunning. “Bra.”

Reaching behind herself, she unhooked the black lace and pushed the straps off. Her bra dropped to the floor and her heavy breasts fell free.

Fighting not to touch her hard nipples, hell, to touch her anywhere yet, I issued another command. “Turn around.”

Submissive, beautiful, she turned.

Pulling my T-shirt over my head, I stepped out of my boots. “Get on the bed on all fours.” I unbuckled my belt. “Keep your knees on the edge of the mattress.” Hard as fuck, I kicked off my jeans.

She crawled on the bed, her sweet ass to me, then she dropped to all fours.

Fuck. Fuck .

Her cunt wet, her ass begging to be taken, she didn’t just drop to all fours, she rested on her forearms and looked over her shoulder at me.

Holding her gaze, I stroked myself.

Her lips parted, and her tongue darted out.

She was fucking perfect.

Stepping behind her, careful of her still healing wound, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. “Head down.” I gently pushed.

Still looking at me, her cheek went to the mattress.

“Good,” I murmured, stroking her hair.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

I stepped back.

Worry shot across her face, and she started to push herself up. “I didn’t mean—”

“Head down.” I traced an invisible line over her ass and down the back of one thigh. “Ass up.”

Watching me with uncertainty, she rested her head against the mattress again.

I stroked myself hard. “I said, ass up.” Just looking at her in this position made me want to come.

Dropping her lower back, she angled her hips up.

“That’s it.” Goddamn, she was fucking perfect. “Good girl.” Her cunt was so wet, I could’ve shoved into her in one thrust. But I wasn’t going to.

Taking in every inch of her submissive little body, I dragged my hand down her back and over her hip, then I gave her fair warning. “I’m not going to wear a condom.”

Her back tensed. “I’m not on anything.”

Squeezing the part of her hips that I wanted to hold on to as I pounded into her, I stroked myself harder. “I won’t come inside you. Not tonight.” But fuck, I wanted to. Leaning over her back, I nipped her shoulder and made a promise. “I will soon though.”

A sweet moan escaped her lips, and her eyes fluttered shut. “Okay.”

I dropped to one knee, and without hesitation, I licked from her clit to her ass.

Her back arched and her arms shot out as she fisted two handfuls of bedding.

She tasted like mind-numbing obsession. Groaning, I licked her again and again. Then I sank two fingers into her and stroked her G-spot.

“Ahhh!” Her elbows locked and her back went rigid.

Drowning in her desire and her scent, I grasped the back of one of her thighs and shoved her leg up as I latched on to her clit. Stroking her, sucking her, I took her clit between my teeth and bit.

She screamed, then her pussy was clenching.

I didn’t hesitate. I stood and shoved my cock into her wet cunt.

Her scream turned into a groan that filled her small bedroom, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

Goddamn , she was tight.

And still fucking coming.

Pulling back halfway, I grabbed her hip with one hand, then I thrust deep. My finger still soaked from her cunt, I pressed into her ass.

She jerked and her elbows locked as panic laced her voice. “What are you doing?”

Easing my fingers and my cock out of her, I dropped my hands to my sides and waited.

When I didn’t verbally respond, she looked over her shoulder at me.

I stroked myself. “Did I hurt you?”

Heat colored her cheeks, and her gaze shot to my cock before she looked back at me. “N-no.”

“Did I make you a promise?” I asked, no intonation.

“Yes.”

“What was it?” I demanded.

“That you wouldn’t hurt me.”

I lowered my voice. “Head down, Genevieve.”

Hesitant, but so fucking beautiful for it, she kept her gaze on me and lowered herself back down.

Rewarding her for her submission, I entered her slowly.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

I pulled out and stroked the head of my cock against her clit. When she moaned, I pressed my finger against her ass, barely breaching her.

She tensed, but this time she didn’t jerk away.

I rubbed against her clit harder and gave her the raw truth. “This doesn’t work if you don’t trust me.”

“I trust you,” she whispered.

“Do you?” I hadn’t earned it. I knew that. And I was a prick for asking, but I wasn’t going fuck her into submission missionary-style any more than she was going to enjoy a man who didn’t take control. She was drowning in decisions she couldn’t manage when I met her. The need to strip her bare in every sense of the word had been pounding through my veins since the second I’d laid eyes on her.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I trust you.”

“Good.” Using my own spit, I circled the tight opening of her ass. “Does this hurt?”

She shook her head.

“Words,” I clipped.

“No,” she instantly replied, her voice tight. “It doesn’t hurt.”

I eased my finger an inch inside her as I steadily rubbed her clit. “Giving yourself to me means I’m going to touch every part of your body.” I sank my finger in another inch.

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Am I?” A shiver went up her spine as uncertainty bled out of her mouth. “Giving myself to you?”

“You already did.” I sank my finger all the way into her ass and drove my cock into her cunt.

A cry of pleasure ripped from her lungs, her pussy clenched around my dick, and a new surge of her desire soaked my cock. “ Sawyer .”

I lost my fucking mind.

Grabbing her hip, finger fucking her ass, pounding into her so hard my cock bottomed out on every thrust, I fucked her.

And she fucked my heart, crippling my control.